A grin, tap his arm,
Hello stranger...I sing-song.
And oh, it’s not him.
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Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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